A Woman's Sacred Area
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Is definitely the Kitchen. And I'm not saying this as a snide sexist remark. I really do think women are great there.
With the exception of my good friend Sabrina. You are terrible there.
As a guy, I can safely say that most of us just can't cook. And that is exactly why people like Jamie Oliver, Gordon Ramsey and some other gay guys are famous - they are rare male gems. I don't really think they are gems, but I bet most women do. There's something about a man being able to provide satisfaction in the lower regions which somewhat make them happy. A satisfied stomach of course.
I'm a kid raised on my mother's home-cooked meals. Okay, so that's how I think I generally gained weight but they were some of the best meals of my life. It's the familiarity of the taste which really reminds me that my mother knows best.
And therefore, I am never ever eating Sab's home-cooked meals again. Not only do they taste a little expired, they could probably cut a diamond for you. This is a warning message, not a challenge. Teeth and jaws have limits, respect them.
But with that said, I don't think it's the end of the story. Work hard at it Sab, it'll get better one day. And I actually look forward to that meal. Because deep down I know that the food you make is more than just a way to provide nutrition, it's also made out of love to express love to your family and friends.
Indisputably, you have won the greater battle in the kitchen.
As for me, I think I'll stick to making sandwhiches. I know, I know. That's generally what a woman should be doing by the orthodox doctrine of the internet. But sadly, that's the only damn thing I know how to make without killing someone besides cup noodles. On the bright side, I'm affirming that I am a straight male.
Sorry Lambert.
On a scale of Tekong to 10, I would have to say that at least Sab's cooking is halfway there.
And yes, nom nom nom.